C172 Steel from the Ground
He brandished the horsetail whisk in his hand, transforming it into an expanse of a hundred thousand feet.
With a swift motion, he dispersed the golden palm and positioned himself protectively in front of Nezha.
Nezha finally took a deep breath.
Moments before, he had been unable to breathe, feeling as though death was imminent.
"Master."
Nezha called out softly
